Seventeen imagines

Lee

Seokmin promised you'd have fun today, and you know he intends to keep that promise.

But where you're headed is a mystery. The two of you are far into the suburbs now, well away from the hustle and bustle of the city where you live happily together. When you ask your boyfriend where your destination is, however, he only shrugs with that bright smile and says you'll find out soon enough, or some variant of that. 

In the lapse of conversation, in a peaceful quiet, with nothing but the gentle strumming of a guitar and light vocals as the soundtrack to your trip, you let your eyes wander from the greenery around you to your dashing love. The sun paints a shining halo over his head, and it only confirms your suspicions that he's simply an angel, and yours at that. He's as beautiful as ever, especially with that sparkle in his eyes that practically radiates love and warmth and kindness whenever his gaze meets yours. 

You reach for his hand and, without even looking, Seokmin intertwines his with yours, giving you a slow squeeze. "You really won't tell me?" you ask.

He shakes his head vigorously, his smile growing every second. "Where's the fun in that?"

Humming in response, you let your head rest against the seatbelt, your eyes growing heavy as the greenery rushes past around you. 

"Sleep, my love," he urges. 

With a gentle press of his lips against the top of your hand, you grin and let your eyelids flutter closed. You wouldn't want to waste your energy when you have a full day of fun ahead of you.

And sure enough, the rest of the car ride passes by just like that, with you waking up in a gravel parking lot surrounded by lush grass and hills filled with rows of trees in the distance. 

You let your lips part as you open the car door and stand, raising your hand above your brows to shield your eyes from the sun. The hills go on for as far as the eye can see, and if you squint enough, you can see little red and orange dots speckled in the green. 

Taking your hand in his, Seokmin leads you to the main building, a quaint, blue farmhouse that smells of apples, cinnamon and summer breezes. After retrieving a few bags and containers, the two of you take off for the vast fields of fruit trees and bushes.

There's a skip in your step as you traverse the hilly terrain, your hand still in Seokmin's. Watching you, he chuckles softly as a warm grin spreads across his features. He then squeezes your hand as you turn into the rows of nectarine trees, signaling to you that this is the place. 

Seeing you happy is truly the best feeling in the world to him. There's a simple glowing feeling that stretches from the ends of his hair to his toes when he sees how you brighten up in his presence, how you smile a little wider when your eyes meet his. With how happy you make him, he just wants to pay it back to you. 

You both get to work filling the bags with nectarines, the perfect intersection between soft and firm. They come easy off the tree, with it being the peak of the season. Falling into a peaceful rhythm, you can hear the excited chatter from families and other couples scattered between the rows. 

Yes, you love to talk to Seokmin, but it's in these quiet moments where you find yourself appreciating him the most. It's in the silence where you find yourself drawing ever closer to him, where you find yourself admiring his beauty, where you find yourself holding him closer and tighter, yet more delicately.

Before you know it, you have two bags full of juicy nectarines. They're practically overflowing, so when Seokmin returns with a couple more, the two of you simply laugh at the predicament before he hands one to you.

You sink your teeth in, letting some of the sweet yet tart juice dribble down your chin as the pulp meets your tongue. It's true. The fresh stuff is much better than anything else. 

You take another bite before catching Seokmin's eyes on you, not on his nectarine. His gaze is on the embarrassed quirk of your lips as you lower the fruit from your mouth before it moves to your deer-caught-in-the-headlights gaze. 

But he looks like the most in love man the world has ever seen. His eyes radiate warmth that reaches farther than the sun in your world. His lips curl gently, pushing his cheeks higher and causing his eyes to crinkle as he admires you. 

He takes a step closer, softly brushing his hand under your chin and rubbing your cheek with his thumb. His orbs are honey sweet, gentle on your eyes that have grown tired under the summer sun. Yet you will never tire of Seokmin. 

His lips meet yours as his lids flutter shut. His tongue swipes across your lips as he vies for a taste of the taste of summer—only further sweetened by you—taking in the sticky flavor of sugary yet acidic nectarine. 

You don't need to be at the most expensive restaurant with a view of the city to be happy with Seokmin. It's in these simple moments, these beautiful memories, that love grows. 

There's a uniqueness to loving you, a good one of course. There's the swirl of new feelings and old ones, the stability and security of an old love, yet the exhilaration of a new one. Every day, he still loves you, yet he loves you more than the last. 

If there was any doubt before, he knows for certain now. You are the most sweetest thing, sweeter than anything he has ever had and will have in his life. But you aren't an overbearing sugar that lingers on your tongue and makes your head hurt. No, you are simply one of the divine. In his world, you are the sun who supports life, yet the moon who provides light in the darkness. You are one of a kind. 

You are Seokmin's sweetest thing, and he will never ever tire of the mixture of sweet and tart that is the taste of your lips.